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Seeing that his companions were treated so cruelly, all the Soviet soldiers were furious. They could tolerate their comrades' death in battle, but could not tolerate being treated so cruelly.≧

Skin! Or peel it alive completely. This is not a human behavior! It is even worse than a beast!

Gilkotagkin was angry. Although the guerrillas were riding horses and they might not have walked faster than themselves. The snow was so heavy that the horses would soon be exhausted. Moreover, there were two of them who shared a horse, so they would never be able to leave!

The clear horseshoe prints on the snow are the best guide!

"Call Bagram and ask for reinforcements from the female deer!" Although Gilkochakin was angry, he had not lost his mind. The task he had come to search for the guerrillas. Now that he had found their traces, on the one hand, he had to bite him tightly, and on the other hand, he also had to call for air support. With the blow of the female deer, he would be able to win the sequel.

Among the Soviet companies, the most important thing is individual combat. A company like this is equipped with two radio stations, one of which gave the infantry squad that escorted the prisoners, contacted the helicopters in the air, and was destroyed in the battle just now. The other one was on the back of the communication soldier beside Gilkochakin.

"Bagram, reconnaissance company calls, Bagram, reconnaissance company calls." The communications trooper held the microphone and called several times, hearing nothing except the noisy radio clutter.

"Report, the signal in the mountains is too complicated, and the radio has no echoes." The communications soldier said to Gilkotakin as he ran.

"Continue to call until the contact is successful." Gilkotagkin said.

The bullet bag ran and kept colliding with the hips. As the running, the front chest began to breathe a little.

Running hard on the plain will lead to insufficient oxygen supply, while in this mountainous area, plateau, and cold place, the heavy clothing will make them consume more quickly.

But their will is still firm, and the tragic death of their comrades stimulated them. Everyone burst out with the greatest motivation and quickly ran forward along the horse's hooves.

One mountain, another mountain. After running through three mountains, their legs finally couldn't run.

The two-legged man could not catch up with the four-legged horse. Compared with the horses, Gilkochakin had to admit defeat.

Everyone squatted on the ground and began to open their mouths and breathe heavily. They were all the best during the military's physical training, but they had never performed such high-intensity running on such a cold plateau.

Gilkotagkin wanted to order to continue chasing, but he could only give up when he saw the reaction of the people around him.

When they rested for five minutes and their physical strength gradually recovered, there was a sound of horse hooves coming from the side.

What's going on? Gilkotakin suddenly looked at the distance in a strange way, in the valley on the side, a team of cavalry was running out from there.

"Prepare to shoot," shouted Gilkotakin.

Without waiting for Gilkotakin's order, all the soldiers raised their guns, ak-74, rpk... If the other party continues to approach, they will shoot without hesitation.

At this moment, the leading rider seemed to have discovered something and suddenly grabbed the horse's head. Then, the riders turned a corner on the mountain and ran back again.

This is the guerrilla team they were chasing! Gilkochakin reacted in an instant, and this guerrilla team was not here to attack him. They ran away when they saw him and were completely unprepared for combat.

What is that? Gilkochakin followed and figured it out. The guerrillas were not lost, but knew that they were chasing behind them, so they deliberately circled around, trying to consume the physical strength of their soldiers, but they ran too fast and chased them slowly. As a result, they encountered themselves again while they were circling around.

Those horses, who had been running for so long, must have been weak! Thinking of this, Gilkotakin was immediately full of courage: "Chase! Kill them and avenge Askov!"

Thinking of Askov's tragic situation, everyone immediately felt full of fighting spirit and caught up with the rider running in front.

"Neal..." At this moment, a horse suddenly fell off its front and threw the guerrillas on it.

The person next to him pulled up the guerrilla, but the horse fell to the ground and could not get up.

Sure enough, they have no strength! These horses have no endurance at all. They can catch up and kill them!

Seeing the scene ahead, the Soviet soldiers were full of excitement. If they hadn't killed them all, they would have been able to shoot.

They did not notice that this canyon was surrounded by mountains on both sides.

"Instructor, those idiots have indeed followed!" Durani said to him while riding a horse.

"Note that the minefield is about to enter the front, S-shaped!" Mhamad ignored Durani and shouted to the running guerrillas.

All of this was arranged by Mhamad. When the Soviets were angry with the body, they would catch up with a fever. However, the physical strength of individual soldiers could not be compared with the horses. If they kept running, they would get rid of the Soviets, and stop and wait, which would make the Soviets alert and think it was a trap.

Mhamad simply created an illusion of encounter, and also used a horse to pretend that his horse was exhausted. The Soviets really fell into a trap and followed him to catch up.

They didn't know that Mhamad led them to death.

There is a minefield ahead, and Mhamad needs to lead the guerrillas to pass through the minefield.

For ordinary troops, when laying mines, they simply bury the mines underground. When they arrive at special forces, they have various techniques to lay mines. Experienced enemies will remove the mines arranged by their own side. How to lure the opponent and get the opponent into a trap, this requires the skills of laying mines.

Mhamad simply asked the guerrillas to arrange the mines into an S-shaped type, not along the S-shaped type, but leaving an S-shaped channel in the minefield.

This is a way of life.

More than a dozen horses gradually pulled into a line and crossed through the minefield, walking in an S-shaped shape.

The Soviets following behind immediately discovered that there was something wrong with the walking route of the guerrillas in front!

"There may be a minefield ahead!" said a platoon leader who stopped.

"The guerrillas have a lot of mines or two. How can there be a large number of mines to form a minefield!" Krisevic shouted from behind: "It's cold and cold, how do they arrange mines?"

"Follow the guerrilla route!" Gilkochakin ordered.

Although Gilkotakin was skeptical about whether the guerrillas could create many mines and arrange minefields, he had already lost an infantry squad and had to be careful.

Only when regular troops fight, minefields will be arranged, and these Afghan guerrillas will only build roadside bombs at most. With this idea, Krisevic followed behind the horse's hoof prints and chased after them.

After walking for a while, Krisevich knew that the other party was taking the S-shaped route, which was a waste of time! If you go straight, you will easily catch up!

Damn Afghan guerrillas must be mysterious!

The surroundings were covered with white snow, and there was no mark. How could the other party make a mine and could not leave footprints? While running, Krisevich was still making judgments.

Bold, meticulous, and sometimes, he has the character of a gambler who is desperate to gamble. This is Kriseyvic. What burns in his body is the blood of the fighting nation, and he is not afraid of death.

After running for a kilometer, Krisevich finally took his first step. Instead of continuing to follow the S-shaped route, he walked along a straight line and passed through the side.

"Krisevic!" Gilkochakin couldn't help but shout when he saw that the bravest guy under his command was now openly disobeying his orders.

"This is not a minefield at all!" Krisevic said: "Those guerrillas are fooling us!"

Krisevich had walked more than ten meters next to the S-shaped footprints without any injuries.

At this time, the guerrillas several hundred meters away in front suddenly changed their route and gathered again into a straight line, rushing towards the other side of the valley.

Seeing Krisevic boldly walking in the so-called minefield, nothing happened, and the guerrillas in front were about to leave, Gilkochakin gritted his teeth and said, "Stop!"

The horse with two legs still couldn't run four legs, watching the guerrillas escape, Gilkochakin finally couldn't help it.

They had already run two kilometers along the S-shaped route. At such a long distance, how many mines should be arranged? Three hundred or five hundred? Gilkochakin felt like he was fooled. Where did the guerrillas get so many mines?

Chase!

No longer cared about S-shaped footprints, they rushed up like this, stepping on the snow, rushing through dozens of meters without stepping on landmines.

Damn it! The cunning Afghan guerrillas! The Soviet soldiers who were teased could no longer bear it. If they stepped on this S-type minefield just now, they would have caught up with it!

Krisevich chased him the fastest, surpassing the people behind him more than ten meters. As long as he chased through the mountain pass in front, he could raise his gun there and sweep it over.

At this moment, Krisevic felt something hard under his feet. There was something so hard under the soft snow.

Is it a stone? No! It's a mine!

Seeing the obvious traces around the snow here, someone must have walked by. In an instant, Krisevich knew he had fallen into the trap.

The minefields in front are all fake, and only the minefields here are real!

"Boom!" Just as Krisevich stepped on it for two seconds, a loud bang came from his feet.
Chapter completed!